Chapter 2: Is it really...?
Disclaimer: Still don't own LOTR. Working on it. Soon...
Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed! And it's only been up one day...I feel special...*hugs all of you and gives you...coffee*
Dedication: Once again dedicated to Bjam, this time for my first review, and this chapter is also dedicated to the lovely socks on my arms. They're keeping me very warm.
At first it seemed like someone was screaming bloody murder in Rayne's ears. Then she realized it was the wind, rushing past as she fell. She squeezed her eyes tight shut....when would the fall end? Her body was tilted so her neck would snap the minute she hit a solid surface.
Then-a crack like dry twigs snapping.
A blinding pain that lasted only a fraction of a second.
And the whole world went a searing white.
How can your whole life flash before your eyes if it takes you that amount of time? Rayne's life had been short and pathetic, but Jesus! It wasn't going to go by in a millisecond. The last thought that flickered across her mind before it shut down was this:
So they lied when they said it all flashes before your eyes. Wish I could live to tell them....no, wait, I don't wish I could live....that's the point. Middle Earth, here I come!
"....lady...lady....hey! Bitch! Wake up!"
Rayne groaned, then, coming to her senses, suddenly thought-oh, no. Please, no. Don't tell me it didn't work. Don't tell me I'm lying here in a body cast and it'll be six months before I can get up and try to kill myself again.
"Please tell me I'm dead," she moaned.
"I can only assume you are, since you've ended up here." The female voice had a tired and annoyed edge to it. "We've been trying to get you to wake up for hours, but you just screeched, whacked at us, and went back to sleep."
Rayne struggled to wrench her eyes open. She felt like someone had glued her eyelids shut. "Where is 'here', exactly?"
"Imladris... the Last Homely House." That voice was new, male, and somehow...familiar. Come to think of it, the female voice was familiar from somewhere too, so why couldn't she place it? If she could just put faces to the voices, and then names to the faces...she went back to her silent struggle to open her eyes.
Finally, they seemed to come unglued. Her vision was blurry. She squinted to make the faces come into focus. It didn't work too well, but these dickmorons seemed to have hidden her glasses.
She realized what she was seeing and the next thing that they knew, Elrond and Arwen were being jumped on and experimentally poked by a screeching female mental case.
"Oh my god! OH MY GOD! It worked! You're real! You're pokeable! Can I poke your eyebrows, Elrond-sorry-MrSirColonelSergeantGod Elrond person thing?!"
Arwen wrenched the girl off the front of her father's robe. "I think we woke her up too soon," she muttered. Rayne found herself plopped down on the bed again. "Rest a little while."
"No! Nonononono! I have to poke his eyebrows! Eyebrows! WHEEE! Scary forehead! Nyeeheehee....eee....eee...."
The two elves looked at each other and shrugged. Arwen stepped closer to Rayne. "Now, just lie still. This will make you sleep and have beautiful dreams." Then, reaching back, she slapped the girl with all her strength, knocking her out.
"She'll sleep for at least another few hours, and she should be saner when she wakes up. Don't looked so scared. She'll be fine."
Elrond nodded, still looking extremely pale, and sat down on a chair near Rayne's bed to keep watch until she woke up again.
Disclaimer: Still don't own LOTR. Working on it. Soon...
Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed! And it's only been up one day...I feel special...*hugs all of you and gives you...coffee*
Dedication: Once again dedicated to Bjam, this time for my first review, and this chapter is also dedicated to the lovely socks on my arms. They're keeping me very warm.
At first it seemed like someone was screaming bloody murder in Rayne's ears. Then she realized it was the wind, rushing past as she fell. She squeezed her eyes tight shut....when would the fall end? Her body was tilted so her neck would snap the minute she hit a solid surface.
Then-a crack like dry twigs snapping.
A blinding pain that lasted only a fraction of a second.
And the whole world went a searing white.
How can your whole life flash before your eyes if it takes you that amount of time? Rayne's life had been short and pathetic, but Jesus! It wasn't going to go by in a millisecond. The last thought that flickered across her mind before it shut down was this:
So they lied when they said it all flashes before your eyes. Wish I could live to tell them....no, wait, I don't wish I could live....that's the point. Middle Earth, here I come!
"....lady...lady....hey! Bitch! Wake up!"
Rayne groaned, then, coming to her senses, suddenly thought-oh, no. Please, no. Don't tell me it didn't work. Don't tell me I'm lying here in a body cast and it'll be six months before I can get up and try to kill myself again.
"Please tell me I'm dead," she moaned.
"I can only assume you are, since you've ended up here." The female voice had a tired and annoyed edge to it. "We've been trying to get you to wake up for hours, but you just screeched, whacked at us, and went back to sleep."
Rayne struggled to wrench her eyes open. She felt like someone had glued her eyelids shut. "Where is 'here', exactly?"
"Imladris... the Last Homely House." That voice was new, male, and somehow...familiar. Come to think of it, the female voice was familiar from somewhere too, so why couldn't she place it? If she could just put faces to the voices, and then names to the faces...she went back to her silent struggle to open her eyes.
Finally, they seemed to come unglued. Her vision was blurry. She squinted to make the faces come into focus. It didn't work too well, but these dickmorons seemed to have hidden her glasses.
She realized what she was seeing and the next thing that they knew, Elrond and Arwen were being jumped on and experimentally poked by a screeching female mental case.
"Oh my god! OH MY GOD! It worked! You're real! You're pokeable! Can I poke your eyebrows, Elrond-sorry-MrSirColonelSergeantGod Elrond person thing?!"
Arwen wrenched the girl off the front of her father's robe. "I think we woke her up too soon," she muttered. Rayne found herself plopped down on the bed again. "Rest a little while."
"No! Nonononono! I have to poke his eyebrows! Eyebrows! WHEEE! Scary forehead! Nyeeheehee....eee....eee...."
The two elves looked at each other and shrugged. Arwen stepped closer to Rayne. "Now, just lie still. This will make you sleep and have beautiful dreams." Then, reaching back, she slapped the girl with all her strength, knocking her out.
"She'll sleep for at least another few hours, and she should be saner when she wakes up. Don't looked so scared. She'll be fine."
Elrond nodded, still looking extremely pale, and sat down on a chair near Rayne's bed to keep watch until she woke up again.